The studio lights flickered violently as the masked figure emerged from the shadows, his broad shoulders blocking the exit. The air turned thick with the scent of fear mixed with lingering sex. Sie, Aidra, and Jayden stood frozen by the bed, their naked bodies still glistening with sweat—now chilled by terror.

"Going somewhere, whores?" The distorted voice echoed through a modulator as he stepped forward, a hunting knife glinting in his grip. "The fun's just starting."

Jayden whimpered, pressing against Sie. Aidra's protective instincts flared—"Who the FUCK are you?" —but the masked man just laughed, dragging the knife's tip along the bedframe with a screech that set their teeth on edge.

Sie's fingers inched toward her discarded phone. One press. One chance.

THE RESCUE

Tyres screeched outside.

The studio doors exploded inward as Detective Marie Scott stormed in—5'5" of raging perfection, her brunette ponytail whipping behind her, ice-blue eyes locked on the threat. Her bulletproof vest clung to curves that left even her terrified ex speechless.

"LAPD! DROP THE FUCKING KNIFE!"

The masked man spun—too slow. Marie tackled him like a feral panther, slamming his face into the concrete. The mask cracked under the impact. She wrenched it off, revealing who was underneath.

Marco.

His face was purple with rage. "SHE WAS MINE! HER PUSSY WAS—"

Marie pistol-whipped him mid-sentence. "Shut your disgusting mouth." As cops dragged him out screaming, she turned to Sie, her hardened gaze instantly softening.

"Baby..."

Sie collapsed into her arms, inhaling gunpowder and vanilla shampoo. God, she'd missed that scent.

After giving statements and hauling Marco to a maximum-security psych ward, Sie and Marie stood alone in the locker room. The tension between them was electrifying—years of unfinished business simmering beneath skin still buzzing from adrenaline.

Marie cupped Sie's face, thumbs wiping away smeared mascara. "You joined porn to spite me?"

Sie's laugh was watery. "Worked, didn't it? You came running."

Marie growled, yanking her close by the hips. "Fucking reckless. I never stopped wanting you."

Their lips crashed together in a volcanic kiss—tongues warring, teeth clashing, hands tearing at clothes. Marie's tactical vest hit the floor with a thud, Sie's ripped lingerie following.

THE SHOWER: FILTHY REDEMPTION

Steam filled the stalls as Marie pinned Sie against the tiles, hot water sluicing over them. Sie gasped as Marie's teeth sank into her shoulder, a possessive bite.

"Mine," Marie snarled, dropping to her knees. "Always mine."

Sie's legs shook as Marie devoured her pussy like a woman starved—flattening her tongue to lap up their mixed arousal, then spearing deep with lethal precision.

"MARIE! FUCK, RIGHT THERE—"

Marie locked eyes with her as she sucked Sie's clit between her teeth, vibrating her tongue against the swollen bud. Sie exploded, gushing into Marie's waiting mouth as her vision whited out.

Not enough.

Marie stood, spinning Sie around to brace against the wall. "Remember how I used to fuck you?" she purred, biting Sie's ear as two fingers plunged into her dripping cunt. "You're so damn tight for me..."

Sie screamed as Marie scissored her open, fucking her fingers relentlessly while her free hand spanked Sie's ass crimson.

Steam hung in the air as Sie stepped out of the shower, her skin still tingling from Marie’s relentless lovemaking. Water dripped down her toned thighs as she reached for a towel, drying off with slow, satisfied movements. Marie watched from the doorway, leaning against the frame with that smirk Sie had missed so much—the one that promised more trouble than the law should allow.

“See something you like, detective?” Sie teased, draping the towel over the rack before sliding into a tight red tank top and a short black mini skirt, deciding last minute to forgo panties.

Marie bit her lower lip, raking her gaze over Sie’s body. “Just thinking about how many laws I’d break to keep you this time.”

Sie laughed, strutting over to press a kiss to Marie’s lips. “Take me home first. Then we’ll talk about felonies.”

The Drive Home: A Future Discussion

The city lights streaked past Marie’s unmarked car as they sped toward Sie’s apartment. Marie’s hand rested on Sie’s bare thigh, fingers tracing idle circles that sent shivers up her spine.

“So,” Marie said, glancing at her. “What now?”

Sie shifted in her seat, letting Marie’s fingers creep higher. “Well… I want you. For good.”

Marie let out a breath as if she had been holding it for years. “Then quit porn. Be with me.”

Sie didn’t hesitate. “Done.”

Marie’s grip tightened possessively. “Good. I'm not letting you go again."

One month later—a new life

The sold sign outside Sie’s old apartment was replaced by the deed to a house—their house, a two-story home with a wraparound porch and a bedroom big enough for the kind of trouble they loved.

Sie lounged on the couch, her legs draped over Marie’s lap as they sipped wine.

“You ever think about kids?” Marie asked abruptly.

Sie nearly choked. “What, like… our own?”

Marie smirked. “Yeah. I know somebody. He is an ex-cop who currently operates a construction business. No strings. Just… a donor.” Her fingers trailed up Sie’s thigh. “If you like.”

Sie’s breath hitched. “You’re serious.”

“Deadly.”

A slow, wicked grin spread across Sie’s face. “Fuck. Yes.”

Three weeks later, DOM arrives.

The knock at the door came right on time.

Sie opened it—and stared.

Dom. 6’6”. He was all muscle, covered in tattoos that snaked up his neck and down his arms. His dark hair was buzzed short, and his jawline was razor-sharp. His grin was pure sin, eyes raking over Sie like he already knew how she tasted.

“Hey, ladies,” he rumbled.

Marie guided him inside, laying out the rules. “One time. No attachments. You fuck her raw, give us what we need, and walk away.

Dom smirked, stripping off his shirt to reveal a chest carved from granite. “On your knees, Sie. Let’s see how bad you want this.”

Sie obeyed, crawling to him, her bare thighs trembling as she fumbled with his belt. His cock sprang free, thick and veiny, the head glistening with precum. She licked a slow stripe up the shaft, swirling her tongue around the crown.

“Suck it deeper,” Dom growled, fisting her hair and shoving himself down her throat. Sie gagged, spit dripping down her chin as he fucked her face with brutal thrusts. “Good girl. Take it like the pornstar you were.”

Marie watched from the couch, legs spread, her fingers working her clit in rough circles. “Make her choke, Dom. Show her what real cock feels like.”

Dom pulled Sie up by her hair, spinning her to face Marie. “Beg your girl to let me breed you.”

Sie’s voice shook. “Please, Marie—let him fill me. I want his cum… He wants his baby inside me.

Marie’s eyes darkened. “Then show me.”

Dom bent Sie over the armrest, spreading her ass wide. “You ready to be ruined?” He spat on her hole, then drove his cock into her raw, burying every inch in one thrust.

Sie screamed, her back arching as he stretched her beyond reason. “FUCK! SO BIG—!”

Dom’s hands bruised her hips as he set a jackhammer rhythm, his balls slapping her clit with every snap of his hips. Marie moaned, matching their pace as she fingered herself, her other hand pinching her nipple hard.

*“Look at her, Dom—see how her pussy grips you?” Marie panted. “She’s going to milk that cock dry.”

Dom growled, pulling Sie’s hair to arch her back. “Gonna pump you so full of cum, it’ll drip for days. Make you a mommy by sunrise.”

The room echoed with slaps of skin, guttural grunts, and Sie’s broken pleas. After 30 relentless minutes, Dom flipped her onto her back, her legs hooked over his shoulders.

“WATCH HER TAKE IT,” he ordered Marie, slamming back in.

Marie knelt beside them, her lips crashing against Sie’s as Dom’s cock battered her cervix. “You feel him, baby? Feel him claiming you?”

Sie could only nod, her orgasm building like a tsunami.

“CUM,” Dom snarled.

Sie exploded, her pussy clamping down as Dom roared, unloading thick ropes of cum deep into her womb. Marie came seconds later, her thighs shaking as she watched Dom’s seed leak from Sie’s swollen cunt.

Five months later—a wedding and a twist

The sun bathed the vineyard in gold as Sie walked down the aisle, her belly rounded with life, her white gown hugging her curves. Marie waited under an arch of roses, tears glistening in her ice-blue eyes.

They exchanged vows, voices trembling:

“You’re always mine,” Sie whispered.

“My forever,” Marie vowed.

As they kissed, the crowd erupted in cheers—but Marie pulled back, her smile turning sly. “One last surprise.”

A familiar figure stepped forward—Dom, holding a tiny ultrasound photo.

“Twins,” Marie said, pressing the image into Sie’s hands. “Our twins.”

Dom nodded, uncharacteristically soft. “They’re yours. I’m just the donor.”

Sie burst into happy tears, crushing Marie in a kiss as the crowd clapped.

Later, under the stars, Marie traced Sie’s belly. “You’re everything I never let myself want.”

Sie kissed her, slow and deep. “You’re my happy ending.”

THE END.